Shadows in the Creek

Some things don’t rise to the surface. They move just beneath it — patient, cold, and older than the hunched mountains that feed these waters.

Our blogs crawl from the mud to emerge from these cold waters. The hollow places and the long roads, the dark that lives in the land itself and the darker things that live in us. Meditative, unhurried, rooted in the backwoods — these are the stories, reflections, and wanderings of a writer who has never been afraid of the dark.

Pull up a chair. The creek is running.

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